"From now on," she said, "this is your 'beck and call' pillow. Whenever this is on the floor, I want you to be kneeling on it, ready to handle my ever... need." No..." I moaned. "Please, no. I have a life too ... I mean..." Listen," Janice reasoned with me, "My work is just insane now. OK? And the sooner I can get through this, the sooner our life can get back to normal. You want that, don't you?" Yes..." Well then, surely you'll want to help out in any way that you can, right? If only. “You sure you want to go straight to that?” She nodded, biting her lip, “come on, you’re deep in there already. I’m sure I could stretch a little more for you.” I had not expected her to demand to go on top. Her eyes never left mine as she squatted in beautifully slow time, center-stage and vulnerable as the first hazy rays of the sun cut through the open window, setting her skin aflame with a golden hue. I kneaded the heavy flesh of her tits as she coyly attempted to align the head of my cock. I sensed that he was going to pull me away from my dual suitors and try to claim me for his own. I felt a sense of triumph well up inside me. I was finally going to make him beg or fight to keep me and nearly did a victory dance right then and there. He remained silent, staring, for a few seconds.A broad smile broke out on his face; that same perfectly crooked, roguish, heart-melting, pussy-dripping smile he always has. “OK, have fun then. I’ll catch up with you later if you’re not otherwise. Roscoe, meanwhile, went back to running in circles under her, barking his enthusiastic support for her antics.Taking pity on him, Monique knelt and held Roscoe in place, taking the opportunity to study the new girl. She had short cropped blond hair. Her cut was a little unkempt, which wasn't surprising given the lack of beauty salons. She had the 'tough girl' look of an athlete, borne out by her familiarity with biking and rappelling. Monique noticed their bikes weren't the garden variety home.